Prodigal Son (Jensen Family #1) (16 page)

“You can leave through the
side door.” She told him, deliberately keeping her voice cool and her eyes cast
away from his.

Not wishing to push his luck
and therefore push her away, Paul was more than happy with the steps he had
taken today and was about to voice his thanks when she bent to collect her mail
from the doorstep stretching the seam of her jeans tighter across her full
behind before stepping into the kitchen not realising that Paul had thrown
caution to the wind and was behind her as she turned to close the door.

“Paul. Go home.”

“Nice house.” He roamed the
kitchen.

“You need to leave.” She
said, hands on hips.

“Actually, I need a shower,
it’s this way I take it?” He asked rhetorically as he moved out of the room and
up the stairs, coming to what was obviously her bedroom at the top of them,
pleased to find she had an en suite and stripped with lightning speed.

Carmen was stunned into
immobility until she heard the shower start up making her sprint up the stairs
and into her bedroom, wrenching open the door to the en suite she screamed at
him to get out of her house, her words dying on her lips as he turned to face
her, water cascading over him, he opened the shower door, he made no effort to
cover himself.

“Why don’t you join me?”

“This is bad, very bad.” She
muttered as she backed out of the room, closed the door and sunk to the floor
by the bed, her head in her hands, trying in vain to block the image she had
just seen from her brain which is where Paul found her when he stepped out of
the shower, a towel draped around his hips, his body glistening with droplets
of water as he hadn’t bothered to get dry. He regarded her in her hunched
position and briefly wondered if he should take this next step quickly deciding
that it was now or never.

He stooped and grasped her
hands, bringing them to his lips as he guided her to her feet then taking both
her hands in one of his; he pressed them to his chest as he closed in to kiss
her, stilling the protests that spilled from her lips. Releasing her hands, he
used his own to let her hair down from the constraints of the band currently
holding it then set about removing her clothes, her thin blouse was no contest
for his deft fingers, her jeans putting up a minimal protest as both hands slid
inside them, over her bottom and shoved, dropping them at her feet.

“Stop.”
She whispered, her hands still resting on his chest
and although she continually protested that this was wrong, she made no effort
to push him away but he found the lack of her caresses was a little
discouraging.

“Ssh.” His lips against hers
as he began to push her backwards, her calves against the bed before he reached
down to her behind, spreading his hands for maximum coverage as he lifted her
and positioned her legs around his hips and in the same movement, stepped
forward and lay her on the bed before freeing his hands, one flicked away his
towel, the other found her breast, swiftly followed by his mouth as he took
complete possession of her bringing forth an unrestrained moan of longing as he
ploughed into her.

She went from rigid with
guilt to clawing at him as he filled her without hesitation; she closed her
eyes hoping she wouldn’t feel so depraved if she couldn’t see him but the feel
of his young flesh under her hands was preventing her from fooling herself. She
could only marvel at his confidence and obvious skill as subconsciously she
began to match him move for move, she had been with men twice his age and not
one of them had been bold enough to just take her. She recognised that at just
fifteen, Paul Jensen was every inch a man.

Paul was lost, he knew
without doubt that he would do anything for this woman and although he had
promised Suzanne his heart, he admitted to himself that a tiny pocket of it had
been taken over by Carmen. He loved her restraint and her protests; they only
served to make him want her more. He had dreamed of this moment and perfected
his skills on the many girls who had passed though his bed. He knew they
wouldn’t last, the age gap between them and her chosen career would, he was
certain, come between them at some point but for now, he was going to milk
whatever it was that they had until the well ran dry.

It was quick and brutal and
immensely satisfying. He continued to kiss her deeply as he softened not
wishing to hear further protests when she had clearly enjoyed the ride, his
grazed skin a visual testament to that. Eventually he removed his body from hers,
turning away to save her blushes and retrieve his clothes.

Carmen was dressed by the
time he returned from the bathroom now also fully clothed, she pushed him away
when he tried to hug her, her eyes blazing.

“Leave.” she ordered.

“Ok.” He agreed “Don’t worry,
no one will know about this but us,” he hesitated, waiting for her reply and
when she failed to respond, he headed downstairs and let himself out of the
house. He felt like he was walking on air during the rest of his journey home.

“Dinner will be ten minutes
Paul.” Monica told him as he entered the kitchen “You have time to shower and
change.”

Paul made a show of getting
clean clothes and going into the bathroom, he had no intention of showering
again that day not when he smelled of her and could still feel her wrapped
around him, he took note of the raised welts across his ribs where her nails
had caught him and smiled at his reflection. He had scored big time and he knew
it, there would be no more teenage girls for him now. Intuition told him that
for all Carmen’s protests, he had her hooked and she would allow him into her
again in the very near future.

The encounter with Carmen was
enough to keep Paul smiling throughout the rest of the holidays and he was only
just beginning to get pangs of withdrawal a few days before the start of the
new term.

Carmen, on the other hand had
spent the remainder of the holiday in turmoil. She was convinced that people
were looking at her sideways when she went out; she felt their knowing eyes
were boring into her and while she hadn’t encouraged him, she couldn’t equate
her conscience with the fact that she hadn’t done enough to deter him either.
Raised a strict Catholic, she tended to let some of the rules fall by the way
side, sex with a minor however wasn’t a rule she had been prepared to break and
since her encounter with Paul, she had spent a fair amount of time in
confession. She was dreading the start of the new term.

Monday morning found Paul
raring to go and Matt dragging his heals much to his brothers’ frustration,
they got to school in record time and were soon immersed in school life and
their many friends.

Carmen was summoned to the
head teachers’ office on entering the school. With her heart in her throat,
certain that someone had seen her with Paul and she was about to get her
marching orders, she knocked on the cherry wood door and took a seat in front
of the desk. When she emerged from her meeting, she was filled with trepidation
after being told that the science teacher would be off sick for an
indeterminate amount of time and she was to take over the science lessons, her
hours and salary had been increased accordingly. She was now officially the
teacher of the boy who had possessed her totally.

By the third lesson of the
day Carmen was in full swing and enjoying her new role, she had relaxed
slightly as she hadn’t caught even a glimpse of either Jensen boy but was more
than a little concerned that both boys would be present in her classroom
immediately after lunch. She toyed with the idea of rearranging the seating
plan but dismissed it almost immediately as she didn’t want to give him the
satisfaction of knowing he had rattled her.

Paul sauntered into the
classroom, his arm around a petite brunette, his school tie all but completely
undone, his shirt sleeves rolled up and the buttons open half way down
revealing the broad expanse of his tanned chest, the girls hand resting there
as they talked by his desk, he didn’t look in her direction although he was
more than aware that she was watching his charade and complied when she told
him to take his seat and correct his uniform.

The lesson was torture for
both of them, Carmen battled with her guilt, stealing glances at him as he
worked occasionally catching his eye but she was pleased that he seemed to be
behaving himself for the moment. Paul’s eyes had almost popped out of his head
when he saw her; God this woman knew how to dress to accommodate her curves.
Her blouse strained across her full breasts, he could picture her dark rose coloured
nipples pushing at the lace of her bra underneath the material, he was amazed
that she could walk in that skirt and the way it clung to her thighs and hips,
she unknowingly revealed the thigh high split in the back of the garment when
she turned to write on the board making the hand holding his pen still in mid
sentence as he cleared his throat and battled his growing arousal under the
desk.

Just as she was beginning to
think that he had gotten over his crush and would cooperate in class, he
beckoned her over and asked for help, handing her a sheet of paper which told
her in no uncertain terms what he would like to do to her. She read the note,
blushed then ripped it in two;

“Wrong.” She frowned at him
and returned to her desk, ignoring him for the rest of the lesson.

Paul tried to get her
attention throughout the remainder of the lesson, failing at every turn, he
also failed to get her alone during the day, every time he passed her in the
hallway, she either had another teacher with her or was talking to a student,
the only time she looked in his direction was when he kissed one of his many
female admirers whilst waiting to enter a classroom, looking up to see her
staring and knowing he still had her attention. He was stupendously frustrated
by the end of the school day but as he had work to go to, he couldn’t linger
after school to talk to her.

On entering the science room
the following day, looking forward to a double lesson, Paul and the majority of
the rest of the class stopped and surveyed the re-arranged desks. Having
decided that Paul obviously wouldn’t behave himself in his prime position at
the front of the classroom, Carmen had asked the Principle if she could have
single desks for this room and keep just the one freestanding work bench, front
and centre of the room, she had remained at the school late the previous
evening re-arranging the room and making sure there was enough work space for
experiments on the built in work stations around the edge.

She called out each student’s
name in alphabetical order, pointing to the desk she now wished them to occupy
resulting in Paul being placed in the far right hand corner of the room, his
desk one side of the store room door with Matt’s on the other side. Once each
student had found his or her seat, she explained the experiment she had set up
on what had once been Matt and Paul’s work bench at the front of the room,
asking her students to gather around the bench, keeping Paul firmly on the
opposite side to her. With the experiment complete, she asked them to return to
their desks and write up the theory for it after which would follow a test to
be taken in exam like conditions.

During the second part of the
double lesson, Carmen handed out test papers and answers sheets to her students
and set them a time for the test to be completed. Once the class had settled
into taking the test, she finished some marking she hadn’t got done the
previous night before setting off around the class, peering over her students
shoulders to apprise their work. Reaching the back of the classroom, she
slipped into the storage cupboard to retrieve some whiteboard markers and was
stopped dead on her way out when Paul’s hand clamped around her left calf and
pulled her closer to him with surprising strength, lifting that leg slightly
and placing it on his lap, pressing against the solid length there.

Swapping his grip from his
right hand to his left, holding her leg in place, he let his right hand drift
to the hem of her skirt, a different one from yesterday but with an equally
easily accessible split in the back of it. He stroked the back of her knee, his
fingers gliding over her nylon covered leg and sliding upwards without
hesitation. His fingers found the lace top of her hold up stockings and played
alternatively with the material and the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She made
to move away, making him clamp his left hand harder around her left leg as his
right hand speeded upwards to the heat radiating from between her legs, his
fingers swiftly brushing aside the material covering her and gliding along the
silky hairs he encountered before parting the lips and delving inside. He
smiled as he felt how wet she was and the tremble in her thigh, she might try
to deny how much she wanted him but he wasn’t fooled for an instant and neither
was her body that had betrayed her. Pushing another finger inside her, he began
a slow in and out motion while rotating his wrist bringing forth more moisture.

Carmen couldn’t believe the front
of this boy or that she was just standing there letting him finger her, she
wanted to pull away before anyone noticed but it felt so good, his fingers
inside her felt so good that she simply couldn’t bring herself to move. She was
jolted back to reality when another student raised her hand, needing help and
she wrenched her limbs away from his prying hands, straightening her skirt as
she went to assist, finally able to return to her desk, she looked to the rear
of the classroom, wholly unsurprised to find him looking at her but blushing
furiously when he raised his hand and slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking
every last drop of her from them.